I'm a recovering classicist. On leave from college till next year. I’m looking forward to finally getting that coveted slip of paper, the license to call myself ‘A.B.’, and being done with the whole sordid affair. Till then, I’ve left myself to my own devices, and am enjoying a life of hedonism and sloth.
Crossfit: totally addicted. Now that I'm no longer in school, it's the single thing that takes up the biggest chunk of my time.
I cook real food for myself; I go barefoot and shun close-toed shoes; I ride public transportation, and I ambulate.
Cuddling is the best. I hope you agree. Why is our culture so afraid of body contact?
When I'm with someone, I'm perfectly content to just let time pass for a while without words. This makes some people uncomfortable.
I'm from Oakland originally, and sometimes I do feel culturally Californian more than East-Coaster. I usually spend a couple months out of the year visiting the Bay Area.
CRUSH THE PATRIARCHY, PLEASE!
Once I walked 12 miles through Wisconsin farmland for a day-trip and got bitten by a farmdog.
Polyamory is my default mode. I sense, though, that might be willing to try monogamy if I was really head-over-heels smitten.
Zaphod Beeblebrox's diffident nemesis.